Marlon Craft - Bluffin lyrics

[Marlon Craft - Bluffin lyrics]

I’m from where we tell you suck
Our dick and take it personal
Clown you if you take it personal
Why you cryin’? Keep your head high
Ain’t no bitch in my tone
Said they ring shots
They just live on they phone, boy
You big wash i ain’t hearin’ y’all a decibel
Fuck if you offended them
My defense is impregnable
Way my soul be cookin’
All my demons gotta be edible
Difference between me and them is
All my threats are credible
I ain’t lied on a word
They be crownin’ with nouns
I be countin’ the verbs
I been poundin’ the brown just to quiet
The sounds with the blindness preferred
I’m alright with a vice
You be hidin’ in yours
How you livin’ in pride when
Your life isn’t yours?
We don’t feel your intro it’s a outro, my guy
You only a gangsta when you have some Wi-Fi
I ain’t never sweat a hoe
I ain’t startin’ witchu dudes
Moms, pardon me
I’m rude but they ain’t fuckin' wit' me

Why they always tryin' me?
Why they cryin’ to me? No, no
They don’t want no part of me
Don’t got heart like me

Fuck that, where your lunch at? I'ma eat that
Feedback, we don’t need that
You could keep that
Bullshit, you could talk that
Don’t believe that
If I said I lived that, then I breathed that
Don’t want hear your sob songs
Shut the fuck up
Clickbait, fuck it raw dog, shoot the club up
Bird shit, you ain’t fly though
You just duck us
Call me what you want, bitch
I’ma call you bluffin’

Oh, lord they been avoidin' standin' next to
Me for so long
It’s gettin' inescapable, they tryna hold on
They put their money where we see
It but got no cause i just am who I is, so I
Brought the homies
Made my company my company (Copy)
Bout to take us all from
Dollar slice to luxury (Watch me)
They say it’s a vibe, I just call it fuckery
(Copy) ain’t the first Marlon to
Be witnessing puppetry
Godfather, Brando flows the handles prose
It’s AI meets Baldwin meets
Bernie Sanders' nose i’m damned, I don’t
I do, they slander, throw shade
Demand I’m froze, I stand, I won’t
Cower to a coward tryna disparage him
They could call me cocky but
I’m finally breathin' air again
It’s time to pay the fare again
You muhfuckas pussy, wouldn’t dare to win
Hold a mirror to ‘em
Watch ‘em perish from the fear of it
It’s Craft, ho

Why they always tryin' me?
Why they cryin’ to me? No, no
They don’t want no part of me
Don’t got heart like me

Fuck that, where your lunch at? I'ma eat that
Feedback, we don’t need that
You could keep that
Bullshit, you could talk that
Don’t believe that
If I said I lived that, then I breathed that
Don’t want hear your sob songs
Shut the fuck up
Clickbait, fuck it raw dog, shoot the club up
Bird shit, you ain’t fly though
You just duck us
Call me what you want bitch
I’ma call you bluffin’

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